All language subtitles for Thoroughbreds.2017.WEB-DL.x264-FGT

Wait here.
Lily!

I'll be right there.

Lily!

Lily!

Lily!

Hi, Lily.

Hi. Uh,
I'm sorry, you just...

Is this your sword?

Uh, no. It's, uh...
it's my stepdad's.

You look different.

Yeah?

You look good.
- Thanks.

So do you...

Well, okay, should
we, uh, get started?

CHAPTER ONE

"Despite his lack
of experience in the field,

Jared's contributions to
the project were spectral."

And does that make sense?
- Is Jared a ghost?

No. - How do you know?
It doesn't say he's not a ghost.

Um... so the answer
is B, "significant".

This test is intolerable.
- You're doing great.

I'm better at applied skills.

I have business savvy. - Totally.
I think my best option at this point

would be to skip college
and just to sort of

Steve Jobs my
way through life.

That's an idea.
- You're good at this, though.

Better than my actual tutor.
How much are you charging?

What are you talking about? I'm
not... charging you. We're... hanging out.

Okay. So, uh, moving on
to passage comprehension.

Do you wanna read,
or should I? - You start.

Okay. "From Paul
Revere to the Marlboro Man,

one image has maintained a firm
hold on the American imagination.

As closely tied to notions of
liberty as any flag or eagle, the horse..."

You know what, actually
this is longer than we need.

Let's do a short one.

Do you have any food here?

So, yeah, I'm lucky to be at a school
that values learning outside of the classroom.

And you just finished
all your classwork early?

Yup.
- Was it hard? - No.

Trying to wrap my head around mutual
funds and credit swaps was the hard part.

Anyway...

Shall we?

Leave it.

I'm... sorry if I acted... funny about that
passage. - It's only weird if you make it weird.

Well, I just figured you
might not wanna talk about it.

Why?
- Well,

I guess you're...

feeling a lot of...

feelings, uh, right now. It's fresh.
- Well, that's the funny thing, actually.

I really don't.
- Don't what?

Feel anything.

Like, you're numb?

Like you don't have any negative
feelings... - Like I don't have any feelings, ever.

Sure, you do.
- I mean...

sometimes I feel hungry
or tired. But, like, joy, guilt?

I really don't have
any of those.

I don't understand.

Yeah, it's hard to explain.
It's really only recently

that I've been able
to admit it to myself.

Because I've gotten so good at watching
and imitating other people's emotions

that I sort of tricked myself
into believing I have them, but I don't.

So that's a, um...

A what?
- A disorder or something?

Oh. Well, the shrink
would sure like it to be.

First it was borderline
personality,

then severe depression,
yesterday, she said it was antisocial

with schizoid tendency.

She's basically just flipping
to random pages of the DSM-5

and throwing medications at me.

But I have a perfectly
healthy brain.

It just doesn't
contain feelings.

And that doesn't necessarily
make me a bad person.

It just means I have to work a little
harder than everyone else to be good.

Oh, uh...

Two hours?
- Yeah.

Glad you set an alarm to make sure
we didn't hang out longer than intended.

Oh, no... I mean, it...
I have this thing with my mom...

You know, I have my
mom's email password. - Sorry?

It means I read her inbox daily.
I saw your thread with her.

How she had to bump up
from a hundred

to two hundred an hour
to get you to do this.

Just next time,
don't say you're not charging.

She was desperate to set
up a playdate, by the way.

She's been trying
for two weeks.

You could have gotten five
hundred out of her if you'd stood pat.

"...but the America
I found when I got off the plane

was nothing like
Mother's stories.

Cars stood in lines
along ill-maintained highways

and gangs of slump-shouldered
men tossed dice in alleyways.

I didn't know whether to feel
betrayed by my mother, or to feel grief that,

even as imperfect
as this new land might be,

she wasn't here to see it."

Okay. So, how would you
summarize that passage?

Bad.
- No.

Uh, not evaluate,
just summarize.

You make the arrangement
by phone this time?

What are you talking about?
- No email with my mom about payment.

I'm not getting paid this time.

I don't want payment.

What do you want?

Nothing. I just
wanted to see you.

Lily.

I'm gonna go ride.
You mind telling your mom...

Um, Amanda, this is Mark.

Mark, this is Amanda.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah.

Did you need something?

No.
- Okay.

Okay.

Okay, so question nine,

"The author's attitude
towards her mother's jade box

can be primarily
described as..." - Wow.

Wow, what?
- You hate him.

Um...

So it's "A, solemn.

B, contemptuous..."
- You despise him.

No, we...

have our differences,
but I'm trying very hard

to have a pleasant and
mature relationship with him.

Hmm.

So, "C, sardonic.
D, ambivalent..." - Because he's rich?

Excuse me? - Because he
leaves you envelopes of money?

Okay, that was for
my broken laptop.

He doesn't just leave me
envelopes of money...

Okay, but you and
your mom must still know

that it's in your best
interest to keep him happy.

Okay, I... actually, I think
we're done here. - What's wrong?

I... I don't know.

I just think you should
be honest about your feelings.

Otherwise it starts coming out
in passive-aggressive ways.

Like, for instance, you start inviting
your creepy friend over to make him mad.

That's not why you're here.
- Of course it is.

Look, if that's how you
feel, then why don't you go

ask your mom to
buy you another friend?

I'm sure you're
just rolling in options.

The answer is "D,
ambivalent."

That's right.

You know, my friend
taught me this trick,

where whenever it says
"ambivalent" on the SAT,

that's the answer.

You're not hurt?

It's the first honest thing
you've said to me since sixth grade.

You're incredibly off-putting and
you freak me out. - There you go.

In kind of
a fascinating way,

like a YouTube video
of a giant zit being popped

or a baby born without a face.
- Love those videos.

You actually smell kind
of... weird. - Really? - Yeah.

Have you showered?
- Only every couple of days, lately.

But no one said anything so I thought
I was getting away with it. - You're not.

Not sorry I tried.

How's that feel?

Really good.
- Seems like it.

Well, we should actually
probably get back to work.

Sorry.
- No...

Sorry. That was just sudden.

It looked like an attack.
- No, I was trying... - Right...

Come here.

Why do you do
this to me, Frank?

Yikes.
- What?

That's the worst fake crying I've
ever seen. - Do you have to go?

I have to go, Paula. I know..
She's... - All right, go...

trying.
- Go anywhere you like.

You can go to blazes
for all I care.

Paula.

Look, that's better.
- Yes, I know I'm...

I'm being foolish.
- Actually, that might not even be fake.

It is.

No, look,
those are real tears.

She's just using
The Technique. - The what?

Come on, fix your face. We'll go
down to Eddie's and have a drink.

I mean, maybe she actually
fell in love with the actor.

And they're fucking between takes,
and... it's the last week of shooting,

so she knows
she has to return home

to her loveless
1940s marriage, and...

The Technique.
- Holy shit.

Yeah.
- You can just...

do that on cue?
- Years of practice.

Can you teach me?

So you basically have to learn
all the automatic, like, processes

that get triggered when you cry,

and then sort of
manually generate each one.

It feeds back to the brain, and
then the tears just come naturally.

You finished boarding school by
March. Don't act like this is confusing.

Okay. - Where does
it start? - Right here.

Tiny gulps of air.

It's like you're choking
yourself... from the inside.

Is it working?
- No.

Hi, Mark.
- Hi, Mark.

Where's your mother?
- Some work-party thing.

What work-party thing?
- I don't know. Some work-party thing.

I didn't know your mom worked.
- Come talk to me upstairs, please. - Okay.

After the next
commercial break.

Now. - I don't wanna
leave Amanda alone.

Amanda will be fine here alone.
- I'm quite afraid of the dark.

How long are you here, Amanda?
- My mom's gonna pick me up around midnight.

Hmm.
Midnight's late for us.

Lily can give you a ride home now.
- Two teens in one car, at night?

That's an accident
waiting to happen. - Yeah.

I mean, we're always
turning up the radio super loud...

Texting while driving.
- I'll call your mom.

She can come pick you up now.
- She's busy. - Doing what? - Chemotherapy.

'Night.

You ever talk to your mom?

About what?
- Him.

What would I even say?
- The way he makes you feel.

You'd think that
would matter to her?

You'd think...

Just grabbin' my juice.

His juice?

It's a cleanse.

Three weeks out of the
month he pounds steak,

and the last week he juices
exclusively. - Is that healthy?

I think you're only
supposed to do it once a year.

Hopefully, one of
these days he'll just...

juice himself to death.

What's that?
- The ergometer.

The what?
- The ergometer.

It's like a rowing machine.

He's on that
thing at all hours.

I think it's a deliberate effort
to make me lose my fucking mind.

Tell me, Frank, what is it?

Give me a chance to fight back.
Just give me a chance.

Come on. Let's go
steal some of his wine.

You ever think
about just killing him?

I mean, no. - You
could at least consider it.

No. - Just weigh the
pros and cons. - No.

Why don't you consider all
options? - Yeah. Not, like, murder.

Yeah, sure it's outside the box,
but you can only get so far

thinking how
everyone else thinks.

Look at Steve Jobs.
- What? - I'm just going off

what you're giving me.
It's a cost-benefit analysis.

It seems like you could generate
a lot of benefit for a lot of people.

Except I'd spend the
rest of my life in jail.

Why are you assuming
you'd get caught?

I should not have
to explain this.

Probably what people said
to Columbus when he was like,

"I think the world is
round, instead of flat

and surrounded by
dragons." They were like,

"No, dumbass, we
shouldn't have to explain this."

It's probably what people said
to Steve Jobs when he was like,

"This MP3 player
is also a phone."

Okay, can we please
stop talking about Steve Jobs?

Steve Jobs never fucking
murdered someone.

I think most of this country's moral
norms comes from weird old Puritan bullshit.

A human life
isn't some sacred thing.

There's nothing holy
about a dick and a vaj

getting together and
spitting out a little dude.

If that dude causes
more bad than good,

then he's like a, you know...

a piece of malfunctioning
machinery.

A lame horse.
- Right.

Should be taken
out back and put down.

See? You get it. - You know what
you sound like? - What? - A Nazi.

I had to leave school
before we did World War II

but I think it was
about race, with them?

I think you should leave.

Why? - I just...
think you should.

I don't get it.
- You don't have to.

You're sure?

Okay.

Nice and slow.

That's the way I
wanna see you go, Bigelow,

nice and slow.

Anticline Capital Partners.
- Hey, how's it going?

It's going fine, ma'am.
How can I help you?

Yeah, I'm just
calling about your, um,

your internship program.

To my knowledge, we don't
have an internship program.

What about Lily?

What about who?

Front desk.
- Hi, this is Andover?

Uh, yes, how can I help you?
- This is Rhonda with Edible Arrangements.

We just had an issue
with a delivery,

and wanted to confirm
a student mailing address.

All right.

You do have a "Lily
Reynolds" at the school?

Would you like me
to repeat the question?

That student is actually...

Hold on one minute.
I'm going to transfer your call.

Okay.

Ma'am, what did
you say your name was?

Ma'am?

CHAPTER TWO

Mom?

Lily.

Don't yell... in the house.

Sorry.
Where's Mom?

Oh, hi.
- What is this?

Oh, Mark put it in on Wednesday.

I need your car keys.
- Sure. They're in my jeans.

Which are somewhere.

Oh, by the way, I booked us a spa
trip in two weeks. I hope you'll join me.

How long have
you been in here?

Um, not long.

Mark likes it when
I have a little color.

I'm going out.

...she turns out to be this
crazy person and it's just fucking like...

How could you do that?
It's her own horse.

Are you fucking kidding me?
That's crazy!

I mean, uh, it must be really
crazy for you

because you guys were
friends and everything, so it's like...

Uh, yeah, but like
a million years ago, so...

If you need someone to,
you know, talk to...

You've seen the pictures, right?
- No. - Zach Friedrich's dad

is part-owner of the stable.
He found the, like, the photos.

His dad was sending them to their
lawyer. So, Zach sent them to Connor

and Connor obviously sent them to 10
other people. #She's fucking 15, dude!

Yes, and that's plenty old enough to
decide who she wants to hang out with.

So, I'm sorry if your girlfriend
would rather...

She's not my girlfriend, all right?
- She's my fucking sister!

All right,
well, whatever she is.

She is an intelligent,
like, being

who can make up her own mind
about the people

she wants to hang out with. Am I wrong?
- What the fuck is he even doing here?

Whoa. "What the fuck
am I even doing here"?

I am providing you all
with early drug experiences

that you will forever cherish.
That's what the fuck I'm doing.

And who the fuck are you?
- You went to school with my cousin.

Okay, great. What's his name?
- This guy did fucking jail time.

Statutory rape. He fucked
someone our age when he was 25.

All right. All right.
All right. All right. I was 23.

You gorilla-faced dumbass!

Hey, put that fucking phone
away! You know what? I refuse.

I refuse...
put the fucking phone away!

I refuse to stand trial in front
of this kangaroo court... fuck.

Shit! Fuck!

Fuck you!
- Fucking evil children.

Oh, shit, fucking children.
Goddammit...

Is this your car?

Let me get out of your way.

Unless, um, you
want in on this? - No.

I see that glimmer.

Don't be ashamed.
- I'm good. Thanks.

I'm Tim.
- I'll... I'll call the cops.

All right.

You know, I saw you

earlier in the night back there.

Keeping to yourself.

Something is weighing on you.

Let's talk it out.
- No.

Come on. I'm a really good
listener. - I really have to go.

Where did you go to school?

I board.

And it makes you miserable.

It's like a glorified
fuckin' prison.

You ever think
about dropping out?

Why would I do that?
- It's what I did.

Followed my, uh,

entrepreneurial instincts.

It's the best decision
I ever made. - Clearly.

You know, the thing
about this town is...

the sawdust smells fantastic,

but you are still
in a hamster cage.

Meanwhile, out there,

there are more
billionaires under 30

than at any moment
in human history.

It's our time,
motherfucker.

Well, hello, you!
- Hi.

Did she...
Did you come here to...

Did she do something?
- Uh, no.

No, I'm, I'm just here
to say hi.

Oh.

What... come on in.
Come in.

She's out back.

What's she doing out there?

I don't know.

...believe as
much of that delicious stem,

which has the same flavor
as the artichoke heart,

and also looks really cool.

Just hit him. - What?
- Just hit him.

...we cut straight across
into thin pieces.

Now at this point
you can eat this raw.

And I often make a little salad

that we use
with a little lemon juice

and a little extra virgin
and olive oil

and eat them
with something called bresaola,

which is air-dried beef.

Twenty-five.
- Bullshit. It was 30.

Fine. Thirty.

Hey, um...

so...

that thing you said
the other night.

Which thing?
- About Mark.

Yeah?
- Well,

you said something like,

"Why are you assuming
you'd get caught?"

Uh-huh.

So, like...
hypothetically,

if you were going to do it,

how would you...

do it?

Well, I wouldn't... do it.

That's what you
want me to say.

I don't want you
to say anything.

Just asking.

I do think that you
could be... more honest.

"The mounting pressure
of my coursework,

combined with the
emotional toll of losing my father..."

You don't have to read it out loud.
#"...drove me to confuse the thin line

between research
and plagiarism."

How about you just say:
"Drove me to go online and find...

Okay, I really don't
need your line edits.

Then why are you
asking me to read it?

Because I need a parent's signature
on my reapplication form. - Right, but...

What?

We've been having the
conversation about next year, and...

we feel really good
about... Brookmore.

He has a friend who's on the board
and they're really very good at...

Brookmore
is a place for girls

with very severe behavioral issues.
How is this even part of the conversation?

That's not true. - If I'm not
readmitted, then I'm staying local.

We, um...

We think you'd do really well
in a supportive environment.

He doesn't want me here.
- No...

No, that's not it at all.

You know how much effort he puts in
every day getting closer to you.

I got admitted into Andover, I've...
- You were admitted to Andover

because your dad
wrote them a check.

This is a not a conversation.

We've already made
the down payment.

I'm fine. - Honey, you
can't go in looking like that.

I'm fine. - Let me
just fix it... - I'm fine. Ow.

Are you gonna
make me repeat myself?

Don't do that... - Are you gonna make
me repeat myself? I said I'm fucking fine!

I was just trying to help.
- Do you speak English?

Or am I gonna have to stand here all
day like a fucking robot repeating myself.

"I'm fine. I'm fine.
I'm fine. I'm fine!"

Jesus Christ!

I saw the photos.

Oh.

You're not gonna say anything?

What do you want me to say?

I guess I didn't
realize you did it like that.

Well, that's not
how I wanted it to go.

Well, what did you to happen?
- Obviously, I wanted to get it done by a vet.

He was never gonna walk
again. But you know my mom.

She's the type of
person that gets weepy

when she imagines her horse going
to sleep and never waking up. And when a...

weak moral character
like that runs your household...

But still, you didn't have to... - Well, if
the Midazolam Hydrochloride had worked

like it was supposed to... - The
what? - The Midazolam Hydrochloride.

If it had worked like it was
supposed to, then it just would have been...

Unfortunately,

quality control on
black-market drugs is poor.

Honeymooner
was going into convulsions.

He was bucking hard

and he broke the
splint. And then he...

broke the other leg, too.

But you don't wanna
hear about this.

By that point, it just became a
question of ending it as quickly as possible.

And I Googled methods
of execution.

I didn't have a gun,
so that was out.

But... in Mexico, they use
something called a "puntilla." - A what?

A puntilla. It's like
a curved blade. Like an ice pick.

You jam it behind the cervical
vertebrae, and they go limp.

And you had a puntilla?

Kinda.

It stopped the convulsions, but...
the problem with puntilla

execution is, it doesn't actually
kill the horse, it just paralyzes them.

And obviously I didn't
want that for Honeymooner.

So, I climbed on top of him,

he was on the
ground at this point,

and I started cutting
away the flesh of his neck.

The goal was to get to the
spine as quickly as possible, and...

it took some time.

The muscle had a lot of gristle in it
and the knife got dull pretty quickly, but...

but I got there...

And then I...

I just stood up and I...

got my foot...

into a position where I
could kick downwards, and...

Sorry.

No, it's, um...

I think it felt right.
That it was me who did it.

After all the years
I'd spent with that horse.

I just put my head down, and...

looked at it
as completing a task.

I think we should do it.

Really?

Really.

And you're looking at me.

Only because
you're the only person here.

I do think you'd
be good at it, though.

I mean, with the kind
of composure you showed with...

Hey. Hey!

Amanda. Amanda,
where are you going?

I don't know why
you're saying all this now.

I think you might be saying it because
you're emotional. - Why am I emotional?

I don't know. You just never
really tell me anything about your life.

That's not true... - But that
doesn't stop you from asking me to kill

someone for you.
- That's not what I'm asking!

You do realize that I'm the
very worst person to do this.

I'm awaiting trial
for animal cruelty.

If anything violent
happens anywhere near me,

I'm the first person
they will come after.

Okay. I get that.
- If we were going to do this,

we'd both need to be
far away with airtight alibis.

CHAPTER THREE

Um... we are here to
visit one of your... guests.

Name, please.

My name?
- The resident's name.

Oh, um...

That... that would
be, uh... - Ms. Jones.

Thank you.

How did you find me?
- Asked around. - Asked around...

That is so fucking unprofessional.
You know, I wouldn't... I wouldn't...

normally make a sale
under these circumstances.

Good thing you need
the business.

I don't need the
business. - Okay.

Th... this is a temporary gig.

Fun.

I have had to hustle
for everything that I have.

You don't know where I come
from. - Westchester. - Amanda...

Fuck off.
You have no idea.

Give me five,

max ten years,

I will be running this game.

All up the coast,
I will be... the guy.

You got a creepy friend.
- I know.

We done here...
- You got a gun?

Why do you
care if I have a gun?

Just curious. If you're planning
to run the game in a few years

I imagine it might involve,

you know, violence.

Well, it's not gonna involve
business lunches and golf.

So, you must have a gun.
- None of your fucking business.

What, are you trying
to get me in trouble?

I bet he doesn't have one.
- Yeah, I bet he's got like a...

A spork. - You packin'
a spork? - Fuck no,

I am not packing a spork.
What the fuck is wrong with you?

Yes, I have a gun. - Multiple guns?
- Multiple gun... No! One! One gun!

What, am I, fucking Rambo?
- Do you have it on you?

Why do you care?
- He's lying.

I have a gun.
- Good.

Why "good?" - Because then Lily
has a business proposition for you.

Tim.
- What?

So, you'll come in
through here.

You'll break it.
Use a brick or a heavy stone.

You're sure it'll
break? - Yeah.

A tree branch came through
the other one last summer.

All right. Well, that'll be loud.
-Yeah. And that's the point.

He'll wake up and he'll likely come
in through here. And then you will...

Right?

Am I missing something? - No, you
got it. - I didn't think you'd bring it here.

You don't like it?

Please don't
point that thing at me.

Is it loaded?

You wanna hold it?
- No, thanks.

Come on.

Anyway, you'll shoot.

You'll grab some stuff,
make it look like a robbery,

and then you'll run
out the way you came.

Then I'll go to
my car. - Yeah.

Am I gonna trip an alarm?
- There's no reason you'd set one.

The neighbors will call the cops.
- I doubt it. There's no one especially close.

You ever heard a gunshot, sweetheart?
Plus sound carries over the water.

Then drive away quickly.

"Then drive away quickly."

Middle of the night in a
quiet neighborhood like this.

What am I? Supposed to get lost in
traffic? - Drive away at a moderate speed

without your headlights on.
No one will be able to ID your car.

Yeah, and slam into a tree,
on these windy fucking roads.

I believe in you.

You know what, I don't think
you girls are thinking this through.

Well, if you don't want the hundred
thousand... - How do I know you're good for it?

We're good for it.

I know you're good for it.
But how do I know the fucking...

Swimfan over there isn't gonna
have an episode and change her mind?

We're good for it.

You sure you wanna let
this bitch talk you into this?

Do you have it on you?
- Yes.

You sure?

Yeah.
- Where? - Right here.

Okay. One gram
or two? - Two.

Okay. That's one-twenty.

Why would you record that?

You're gonna blackmail me
into killing your stepdad?

No. That's...
- Yeah. Exactly that.

You got it.
- Don't drag her into this.

And you know what? Don't
drag me. Because, unlike you,

we have lives to lead.
- Oh, you do? - Yeah.

I don't know about her, but I do.
- You work in a nursing home.

Other than that,
you sell drugs to children.

That's a life? - Amanda...
- Every business starts small.

Oh, really?
And what's next?

You're clearly only selling to minors
because you don't wanna get involved

with the real dealers. - Hey, you
don't know me. You don't know me.

Give me a decade, I'm gonna be
driving a car just like the one out front.

I'm gonna move my family

into a neighborhood
just like this one.

Because I got the drive.

Oh, yeah.
And the mental toughness.

And a permanent spot on
Connecticut's sex offender registry.

So, I guess the day you move in
you'll have to drive that expensive car

door to door
introducing yourself

and trying to convince them that...
the only reason you had sex with a child

is because you were too afraid
to talk to anyone your own age.

Give me the phone.

You're not gonna use this.

Not in this house.
Not in this neighborhood.

Cops would be
here in a second.

Give me the phone.

Even if we were in
the middle of nowhere,

you wouldn't shoot.

Even if no one...

would find out.

You cannot hesitate.

The only thing worse than
being incompetent or being unkind

or being evil
is being indecisive.

Oh.

You did something stupid,
and you took a head wound,

but we've stopped the bleeding,
and you're in a stable condition.

I have to go to
the hospital. - No.

I have to go to the hospital.

They're my mom's Vicodin from her back
surgery. Take no more than two at a time.

Keep it clean and
it'll heal up naturally.

What am I gonna tell my dad?

Why will your dad care?

Because I live with him.

Wear a hat.

We're keeping this, by the way.
We'll put it inside the grill.

The what?
- The second grill.

It's the one
furthest from the house.

Mark never uses it. - You
can come get it Saturday night.

That's in, uh...

three days.
- Yeah.

You can't give the fucking
hole in my head time to close?

It has to be Saturday.
I'm on vacation with my mom,

and Amanda's at a residential
psychotherapy program.

If you tell anyone
about any of this

or if you don't do your job, we'll
send the audio, which we've put online,

to the police.

I'm out.

I'm out.
You...

you try anything,
you're going to jail.

I'm sorry, who...
who's going to jail?

We're just two minors with incredibly
expensive family lawyers. - Uh-hmm.

On the other hand, if
you have one more legal issue,

even a minor drug offense,
you're getting 15 years.

Do you think he's
actually gonna do it? - He is.

Just enjoy your spa weekend.
I'll see you when it's done.

Do you want, like, a...

I don't know, a hug or...

No.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Mmm, so good.

Oh, my God!

What are you doing here?
- I thought I'd drive in.

Save you the train ride.

Fucking coward.

You know, he's probably on
his way to the police right now.

He won't.
- You don't know that.

He doesn't wanna get
himself involved in any legal trouble.

Well, then he'll come after us.

I mean, he took his gun back.
- He has nothing to gain in doing that.

He'll leave us alone,
and we'll leave him alone.

He doesn't deserve that.

So, what, you want us to
track him down and kill him too?

Let's just murder half of Connecticut.

We'll do it ourselves.

I don't think you're in the
right mindset to be planning this.

What kind of mindset am I in?
- Lighting a cigarette indoors.

That kind of mindset.
- Oh, is this your house?

Or is this my house?
- I'm just saying,

that if we're gonna do this it's
because it's the right thing to do.

Not because you're upset and
you're going through a hard time.

What kind of "hard time"
am I going through?

I mean everything.

"Everything"?
What is "everything?"

My life is fine right now...

I mean, you got
expelled from Andover.

And you lied to me
about your internship.

Is that Mark?

What is this?

Ow, uh, God.

Where'd you get these?

A store.

Is this a thing you
do now? You a smoker?

If my dad found me
smoking in his house,

I would've gotten the
buckle-end of the belt.

Is that what you wanna do?

Just throw the pack out.
I won't tell your mother.

Tell her. - She doesn't need
one more thing to make her anxious.

Which you'd know, if
you'd bother... - Leave her.

What's that?

If you want
what's best for her...

leave her.

You couldn't possibly

understand someone
else's point of view.

Could you?
Not mine,

not your friends',
definitely not your mom's.

Fuck you.
- Because in your brain,

all these people are just...

little offshoots
of your consciousness.

We're all your maids,
aren't we?

Your cleaning ladies.

Your personal trainers.

You know what? Put all the
shit in your lungs that you want.

We need to stop protecting you.

Life needs to knock
you around a little.

Oh, and the only reason that I
am still sending you to Brookmore

is that I've paid
in full. After that,

you're off my payroll.
Princess.

You didn't do anything.

You were never unsafe.

So, you're okay with
him talking to me like that?

He's a cock.
Is that new information for us?

Honestly,
he's not even that off-base.

I mean, empathy isn't
your strong suit.

But you know that.

You're great in other ways.

Hey! There you go.
- What?

The Technique.
You've been practicing.

I'm not using
The Technique, Amanda.

Hey, can I ask you
something? - Yeah.

Do you remember that
time in ninth grade

when we were driving
home from my dad's funeral,

and you were holding me,
and we were crying? - Yeah.

Were you using The Technique?

Yeah.

That was good, wasn't it?

CHAPTER FOUR

Ah, fuck!

Sara, this is
Mr. Geoffrey Hamilton.

Little Miss Crewe is
our new pupil.

How do you do?
- How do you do?

I believe I'm to teach you to ride.
- It's funny to think how everyone

in this movie is dead now.

Or, like,
at least very old.

He's probably got
a motor-scooter now.

She... pees in a bag.
She's an obligation to her family.

They take turns visiting her.

And... and when they
sit next to her bed

and this movie comes
on the TV, she goes, "My,

what a pretty young thing..."
- You're bumming me out.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Why?

Just three days
of radio silence and then,

like, very urgent text messages.

You know, if you wanna
get back to the plan we can...

I don't wanna talk
about the plan.

Um...

Do you remember that stuff

you were saying
to Tim the other day?

What stuff?

The stuff about how...

his life...

isn't worth living.
- Yeah.

Do you ever ask that
question about yourself?

Like, any of our lives?
Like, in a philosophical sense?

Like... your life...

in particular.

I just mean like...

If you can't... feel anything,
like, even happiness or...

I'm so sorry. I...

I didn't mean that.

No, it's...

It's okay. I just never
really thought about it.

Stop.

I drugged it.

You what?

I put Rohypnol in it.

You roofied me.
- Yeah.

Why?
- Because I...

was gonna knock you
out and then go upstairs.

And afterwards I was gonna put the
knife in your hand to make it look like you'd...

Oh, I'm so sorry, okay? I...

I don't even know
what I was thinking. Just...

Just give me the glass
and I'll throw them both away...

Stop.
Stop it.

Ooh.
- What did you do?

I drank it.

I told you not to. You...

You need to go throw up.
Come on. - No, thanks.

Do you know what this
does? - Oh, yeah. It, um...

Oh, God, you really
dosed this motherfucker up.

Why would you do that?

I live a meaningless life...
- No.

You're...
you're a great...

friend.

I'm a...

I'm a skilled imitator.

Hey.

Hey!

Are they going to
South Africa too? - Yes, dear.

They're going to relieve
our poor soldiers in Mafeking.

Is there something the matter
with our soldiers in Mafeking?

The Boers have
them all cut off.

We were unable to break through
their lines and get help to them.

Miss Rose, my daddy's at Mafeking.

Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.

I didn't know.
Oh, it's miserable.

Shh.

Darling, you mustn't cry.

I'm sure he'll be all right.

Good afternoon, Mr. Geoffrey.

Good afternoon. Is Miss
Sara ready for her ride?

Yes, she'll be down
presently. - Thanks.

Oh, are we all ready?

The two most
beautiful ladies in the world.

Why are you not
in your riding things?

I can't go today. Ermengarde
needs extra tutoring today.

Oh, will it take all
afternoon?
- I'm afraid so.

I have to stay with her until
she can spell Constantinople.

Heavens, that may take
months. - You leave that to me.

Shall we go?

Have you been crying?

But you have, there are
still tears in your eyes.

It's just this London fog.

Oh, well, if that's
all, let's be off, shall we?

Mr. Geoffrey. Would you mind
very much if we didn't ride today?

Not at all, dear.
But may I ask why not?

I'd like to talk
to you. - All right.

You take advantage of
my absence to become a riding master?

And next door to me own house?
Where's your family pride, boy?

Well, sir, one must eat, and
family pride is a pretty thin diet.

Oh, blackmail?
You think I'll buy you off?

I hadn't thought of
that, but it's not a bad idea.

I'll see you hanged,
drawn and quartered for that.

Wait till I see the
woman who runs this school.

I'll put a spoke in your wheel.
- Do! She'd love to know

my grandfather is Lord Wickham.
- She'll probably raise my salary!

Tim?

Moving up in the world.

What are you doing
here? - Lunch meeting.

It's only weird
if you make it weird.

So, what's your meeting?
- College interview, actually.

They take you out
to lunches for those?

They don't usually, but, um...

the guy interviewing me is...

was actually a
friend of my stepdad's.

I heard.

I heard about that.

I'm sorry... for your loss.

It's been a tough
time for my family.

But we're pushing through it.

Uh, I think...
this is for you.

Just so you know...

I'm glad you didn't show up.

Okay.

I wanted her to
forget all about it, but...

she... felt differently.

Did you, uh...
talk to her after that?

She did write me
a letter, though.

About a week ago.

What did it say?

Things actually
aren't bad here.

Food's okay, staff
are generally nice people.

The therapists have
been working with me

to fill in my memories
of those missing hours.

And it's kind
of a fun exercise.

I can tell them fucking anything
and they'll just write it down and nod.

In other news, the ol' medication
of-the-month club is back in full swing,

and the latest ones are making me
sleep 14 hours a day and dream constantly.

You're in a lot of them.

In one of the recurring ones,
we're in your living room,

and I've just drank
your drugged screwdriver...

and you're screaming,

asking me why I did it.

Asking me why I have a
horse's head instead of my face.

And I wanna tell
you that I don't,

but I turn to you and I open my
mouth and all that comes out is...

And then there's
this other recurring dream

that doesn't involve you at all.
And it goes like this:

I'm Honeymooner,

and I'm dying.

And I rise out of my body,

and I'm staring down
at our whole suburb,

and time is speeding up.

And I see generations of people coming,
and going, and building bigger houses.

And then eventually...

the people start spending
more and more of their time

staring at their smartphones.

And soon enough, they're
forgetting to clean their houses,

or mow their lawns,
or eat,

and eventually, all the houses rot
and collapse, and the people disappear,

vanishing completely
into the Internet.

And then... and this
is the really beautiful part,

the horses take over.

And the whole suburb is just beautiful
thoroughbred stallions with no owners

and no memory of owners
and no way of knowing

how expensive they are,

just mating and galloping
through the ruins.

What did it say?

I don't know.

I just threw it away.

Subtitles by explosiveskull

Corrected by sudnovic